Damon stood against the wall of a nearby building, watching the vendor intently. He did not want to do this, but he needed to eat. That and apples were his favorite thing to eat.
The vendor turned around and he quickly dashed past the stand, his hand lashing out, snatching one of the delicious red fruits. However, that was as far as his luck went. The vendor cried out for him to stop, others began to get in his way, and he was quickly cornered and forced against a wall. The vendor and the vigilantes that assisted him wasted no time in beating him. Something about teaching some no good thief a lesson.
Damon was not some common thief. He was starving, and it is not like they would just give him something for free. After it was over, they did not even take the apple away from him. Instead, it was left lying in the dirt, where one of them had apparently stepped on it. He smiled, as he picked himself up off the ground. Covered in bruises and his own blood, he thought to himself, At least no one got hurt.
Left to wander the streets, all he could do is keep an eye out for someone who needed a hand. Either a job or just some assistance with something. Anything would do, so long as he was able to get something to eat before the end of the day.
